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I wrote this last April - (after I joined the momentary lapse of judgment club) - decided not to post it and save it for later.

So later is now.

Ladies and Gents - the Anger of 2006.

There are few things in this world that fuck me up like crazy. Sorry for the vulgar choice of words, but that's exactly how fresh my mind is right now. Lostly fresh and seething in a weird non-decadent way.

If you're going to pretend that nothing happened .... that's fine. Absolutely. In a way, it's kind of relieving. There'll be few things to worry about and it's nice that I can talk normally without worrying about whether the situation's awkward or not. No one's ready for whatever's the next step anyway. And I rather NOT deal with it. Not when I'm busy with my job, finding another one and fixing my papers. Not when everything in my life is up in the air and there is hope that I might lose my lovely situational professional settlement bliss. Not when my family is here and I'm busy booking tickets, playing hostess and bridging the cultural gap and paying my own bills.

I just can't deal with the fuckin' drama or whatever's created or you're trying to create. So please. Let's just forget what happened. Call it a weird momentary lapse of judgment and move on with our lives and remain new friends. Coz dude, you were better that way. I'm not saying you're expecting something to happen... let's just throw the 'who rejected who' - 'who's fucked up' saga down the drain because nothing was really talked about anyway. Let the immaturity that stemmed from our actions evaporate and escalate into a mature ending.

I don't care if you get down with people in front of me. (Dude, whatever, it's just dancing, but even if it's not. I don't really care) I don't care if you act real stupid and be drunk off your ass and keep buying round o shots. (I'll still drink them)

But hell.

No profanities.

Don't care if you're drunk. Do not fuckin' say 'I get around'.... no one cares if you're a man hoar.

Again, I'm not saying that you are.

No nasty ego trips. Are you upset with something? Coz I don't have time to decipher your weird ways.

So something happened- fuck it. Stop it. Let it be forgotten.